Olivia watched five different cars pull into the driveway of her large mansion. Each of the people she had invited to her home showed an unique gift for slaying her kind that set themselves above all others. It was clear that they were the offspring of the orignal five hunters. Now all she had to do was get them to play nice and work together to prevent the end of the world, but no pressure. She turned away from her second story window and started through the house, giving everyone a chance to get to know eachother.




Abraham looked down at the invitation again as his driver turned into the adress, who the hell was Olivia Holtz and how did she know about him? He sighed and decided to let the night go on, at the word it was a trap and he would get out of it. The driver stopped, there were already four other cars in the drive, "Would you like me to wait Mr. Lincoln?" He asked looking back at him.

"No James, go home I'll take a cab back." The former president said as he got out of the car and slid on his leather jacket. Glancing around he noted the other people there, three men and one blonde woman. She looked so out of place, all alone with her poorly concealed stake. Abraham thought those working were only a myth, but whatever made her feel better.

Earlier, a town car had arrived at his humble abode but Gabriel barely had time to entertain strangers who has no better things to do with their money. It wasn't a secret that already a few millionaires, billionaires and politicians have tried to hire him for his skills but he heard none of it. Even if they offered him a good price, his skills are solely for the purpose of revenge and none other than that. A revenge for his sweet love who was taken away from him by the abominable creatures of Hell, vampires.

It's funny that some writers would toy with the idea of literature that focuses on vampires as heros and heroines, in the real world- in the real secret world, vampires are nothing but cold and heartless creatures. In fact, he hasn't met any that proved his theory wrong.

"Tell him you're Gabriel Van Helsing, I need to ride out," He told his pal, Carl. He used to be a monk but left the monastery as he realized that the solemn life wasn't for him. He joined in with Gabriel and invented things for his friend and helped him with his vengeance.

"But- but- but," Carl stuttered as he came rushing after Gabriel who grabbed his leather jacket and cap off the coat rack. He wore both swiftly as he then grabbed his bike keys and walked towards the garage. He mounted his Hurley without a word and started the engine.

"Gabriel, they'd know!" There was a tone of weariness in Carl's voice as he fidgeted with his fingers and a worried look on his face.

"And by that time, they'd just ask you to leave." He muttered, revering the motor and creating a loud noise, "Just grab a few of my clothes, sound mean and plaster a frown on your face- they'd never know." Gabriel smirked dementedly as he suggested.

"They would know!" Carl exclaimed. "Come on Gabriel- they wanted you. And I think it is something different this time."

"Carl-" He paused. "You know I work for myself alone. So move out of the way if you don't want your foot to be ran over."

Carl quickly darted away but continued to whimper as Gabriel rolled out of the garage way and into the woodlands that served as their backyard.

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A few feet away, Gabriel Van Helsing looked over a cliff that oversee's a beautiful mansion. It was obvious that the owner had some old money, there were a few intricate details that were probably bought from different countries.

Unknowingly, he had followed Carl as his friend put on a show and pretended to be him. So far no one has suspected his friend as he lowered the binoculars to his eyes and witnessed whatever it was happening inside the mansion.



"So I was like, "Fuck You Demon, go back to hell"," Dean Winchester chuckled at his own words as he animatedly shared his personal accounts with the supernatural beings with the other people in the room. He had earlier received an invite from a said Olivia Holtz and something about Vampires, but he barely gave attention to the second word as he figured that the chick might be just digging him and wanted some time alone.

He was surprised to see some other people were also invited. Good thing the mansion's butler had served him pie and the other balding guy who introduced his self as Gabriel was so interested and keen with his stories while he tried to impress "stake" girl with them.

He continued to chuckle with pie in his mouth as he poked around on his plate for more. When a new comer interrupted his "brave stories" that made the whole room so quiet that a drop of a pin can echo through out the whole mansion. The girl was so hot he caught his self with his jaw hanging, he then swallowed his pie and drowned it with wine as he fixed his posture and offered the girl a warm smile. "Dean Winchester here, I believe you are the one who invited us?" He tried to sound gallant as he winked at their host.

The room quiete as Olivia entered the room, she smiled happy to know she still had it. "Dean Winchester here, I believe you are the one who invited us?" The bow legged hunter asked with a wink. She almost had to hold back a snort, she was over a thousand years old and he thought he could just hit on her? Smiling pleasantly she she nodded, "Yes Mr. Winchester I did, but unfortunately for you I think we have very different reasons in mind." Then her gaze focused on a man who was obviously didn't belong there. For one thing he didn't smell old enough. "And who might you be?" She asked him with a bright predatory smile.



Abraham was beginning to tire of the idiotic hunters stories, they all ended with him saving the day or sleeping with some girl. And that was usually fine, but when they were told in such poor English he patience was staring to wear thin. Thankfully their host appeared. She was beautiful, too beautiful to be fully human. But in his time Abraham had learned to wait and strike if he had to, so he listened to her speak to the others. He was amused when she shot the hunter down with flawless kindness. It almost reminded him of his own time.

"And who might you be?"

Carl quivered at the tone of the woman standing before them, she looked paler than the usual human, a sign very familiar to Carl as well as Gabriel himself. "I- I- I'm-" He paused and cleared his throat, trying to envision how Gab would act in a situation like it. "I'm Gabriel- Gabriel Van Helsing." He hoped he sounded intimidating.


Damn this creature, I knew it was a trap. Gab thought to himself as his eyes stayed focused behind the binoculars. His intuition was right, the invitation came from a vampire. He had them memorized from their "ancestors". From their style, their fashion and even luxury.

He kind of regretted making Carl go instead of accepting the invitation himself- but he figured it isn't too late to make his presence felt. He quickly tucked the binoculars inside his jacket pocket and stormed his bike towards the mansion as if he was flying it.

Meanwhile back at the mansion, Carl eyed the woman. He had kept a few "weapons" inside his pocket in case he found his self in a compromising situation like this. "I'm a vampire hunter." His voice croaked but he shares the same loath on these creatures as Van Helsing does.

"Cool! I've heard of you man!" His attention was interrupted by the boy's enthusiasm. He perked up and smiled, forgetting that he isn't who claims to be.

And because Carl was so carried away with his "role". he decided to reveal their host's true nature. "Thank you young man but I believe we are in the presence of the said creature. You see, this woman is a-" And as he was so occupied with his reveal he was rudely interrupted with a loud bang and clashes of broken window glasses. Carl had ducked on his own, covering his face with his hands as he screamed like a little girl.

"Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!" He continued to cry, still a fetus curl on the ground.

"Carl! Get up!" He heard a familiar voice as he peeked behind his arms.

"Gabriel!"

"Gabriel?!" The lad asked, he was apparently on the ground as well, shielding stake girl from possible debris.

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Gabriel had no other choice but to let his bike crash against the french windows, sending the glass flying in all directions as the small crowd in the mansion dispersed and protected their selves.

His wheels shrieked as he came to a halt on the expensive marble floors, quickly he stood up and aimed his revolver on the vampire and called on to his pal, "Carl! Get up!"

"Gabriel!"

"Everyone, get out! It's a trap. This woman is a vampire!" He roared as he eyed the woman with his dark eyes. Loath very apparent in them as he almost spitted the word vampire itself.

"Carl! Take them to safety, I'll deal with this creature myself," Without looking away, Gab instructed his friend as he heard him whimper from fear.

"Whoa! Easy man! We can deal with the likes of her on our own,"The lad smirked and winked at stake girl who was next to him.

"Listen- boy. This is no play time. Go home to your Mommy and hide under her skirt," He had no time for foolishness as he emphasized on the word "boy".



Dean couldn't believe it, the man who has been gawking at his stories was one of his lifetime hero. He has heard of Gabriel Van Helsing more than a bunch of times and has idolized him for years. He and Sam used to take turns playing Van Helsing and the villain during rainy season up in the attic. But he looked really different from what he imagined he would be, letters and accounts described the man as intimidating and the man next to him was far from being one. But he figured that those accounts could have changed because of the years it was written.

"Cool! I've heard of you man!" He exclaimed and couldn't believe his luck. Two hot chicks and his idol. He was about to ask more questions when the man started accusing their host of something and next thing he knew, his reflexes made him grab Stake Girl away from a blast and ducking with his arm around her.

Smoke and shattered window glasses filled the area, he coughed out so he could breath when he saw a man who swallowed everyone's attention. There was an exchange of words between the stranger and Gabriel Van Helsing when the latter's words confused him,

"Carl! Get up!" The stranger uttered a different name towards "Van Helsing" as the other gasped his "own" name

"Gabriel!"

Wait, what?! Everything else was too much for Dean and he got very confused that he muttered, "Gabriel?!

"Carl! Take them to safety, I'll deal with this creature myself," Said the man who appears to be the Real Van Helsing. He heard Carl whimper as everyone stayed silent. But he knew he had to show off so he found his self standing up from the ground and announcing, "Whoa! Easy man! We can deal with the likes of her on our own," He then looked at Stake Girl and winked. He felt like her superhero.

"Listen- boy. This is no play time. Go home to your Mommy and hide under her skirt,"
He had no time for foolishness as he emphasized on the word "boy".

Instantly, Dean's jaw hung as he was mocked by his idol. His fists tightened as he exclaimed "What?! I'm not a boy!" But soon he regretted his words, he did sound like a boy. "I-" But he quickly shut his mouth as he waited for the next things to happen. He gaped at the their host who was now being accused as a creature of the night. His gaze were full of questions, still couldn't believe he fell for a trap.

As the real Gabriel came crashing through her sitting room window Olivia sighed, it looked like she was going to have to do this the hard way. "Gabriel, there really isn't any need for that. Do you think I would be stupid enlighten to fill my home with vampire hunters if I was intending to kill them?" She raised her eye brow at him. " I'm better than that." She walked over to her side board and poured herself a whiskey, "would you care for one Mr. Van Helsing?" She asked holding the bottle up. "It's not poisoned, I promise."





Everything happened very quickly, a little too quickly for Abraham to like it. Gabriel Van Helsing, introduced himself. Then he accused their host of being a vampire, and he wasn't even the real man. No, he came crashing through a window and practically ordered everyone in the room to run away. He wasn't about to do that, not unless he was sure he wasn't needed in a fight.

Gabriel snarled at Olivia's offer but inside he was confused. His veins and blood usually pump up double time when he comes face to face with a vampire but interestingly it wasn't the same towards the girl. Maybe he's loosing his kick.

"Lovely," He said sarcastically. "Why don't you pour me a glass?"

"Bu-bu- but Gab!" Carl rushed to his side and kept on quivering.

"Look man, whatever it is you have against the woman deal with it like we do. Don't you think we should be all dead by now if it was a trap?" The lad spoke up from behind. Gab's left eyebrow shoot up as he grunted and dug his revolver on the holster.

"You have no idea how these filthy creatures play tricks," His voice was low but full of hatred. "Tell us woman, have you not consumed any human blood as a night walker?" He dared her. Knowing that she still is one of them no matter what she says or what her plans are.



It was amazing how their host kept calm despite the shattered window glasses, somehow it pacified Dean's feelings about the matter. If what the hunter said about their host was true, he had already died and felt what it was like to be in hell, what more could happen worse than that?

And instead he found his self saying, "Look man, whatever it is you have against the woman deal with it like we do. Don't you think we should be all dead by now if it was a trap?"

Van Helsing pulled away from his target, not happy at all but at least it was a start.

"You have no idea how these filthy creatures play tricks," His voice was low but full of hatred. "Tell us woman, have you not consumed any human blood as a night walker?" He must have gone through a lot, as if he lost something- someone through the hands of other vampires.

Olivia poured another glass then held it out to Van Helsing, "The only fresh human blood I have ever drank was when the monster who sired me, for being too troublesome as a hunter by the way, forced my fiancé's blood down my throat." Her eyes hardened. "So don't act so high and mighty, I didn't want to any more than you wanted to lose your love."

Sighing Olivia walked over to her favorite chair and brushed some glass off of it. "Now if you'll all relax I'll explain why I called you here, and if you don't like what I have to say, you may leave harm free and with payment for your time." She had told the prophet that they wouldn't listen to a vampire, but he simply told her that she had to do it. After that there was no argument.



Having not even moved from his seat Abraham watched the group talk with mild interest. He had of course heard of Van Helsing, but this pure loathing seemed a little forced when it came to their host. But he would just file it away for later he was genuinely interested by her and the story she would tell. "Go on," he said speaking for the first time.

Gab's fists tightened and his jaw clenched at Olivia's words.

Of course she knew about Anna, she's a vampire!

"What do you have to say for yourself then? Giving us your lame excuse," He said through his clenched teeth. He doubted that she was saying the truth about fresh blood, no vampire can stay as young and strong as she is without supplying her dead body with human blood. He figured he'd solve that problem later on.

He then brushed away the remaining broken glasses off his coat and kept his revolver on his holsters. He can always just pull it out if needed, he has the speed.


He watched as the two roared at each other with spiteful words. He and the others were just turning their glances from the woman to the man and back as the two exchanged remarks.

"Come on, what is it?" Dean asked as he starts to lose his patience. Dean was never the patient one, so the wait was killing him. He needed to know more and start with the action.

"I have called the five of you here tonight to explain why you are immortal and to rid the world of vampires forever." Olivia paused looking at each person in the room, starting an ending with Gabriel. "This does mean you'll have to put up with me for a while, and I recommend you have a seat and gather refreshments. It's a long story." She looked Dean over knowing this hunter wasn't going to sit down and shut up of he didn't have food. She sipped her glass of whiskey and waited for everyone to get comfortable.



Again Abraham didn't move, he had eaten earlier and didn't need to eat again, he was content with his glass of wine that seemed never ending. All he wanted now was for the story to continue and for the bumbling idiot of a hunter to stay quiet so that they could finish it.